I'm in the dumb meet now;
I'm gonna park my butt and snooze--
Gonna slip my shoes off
And slip into nice sleep--"good night," I muse.
Slumber through bore talk. . .mouth-wide, VP, Joan.
Need a blanket, 'cause, baby, it's cold, the AC.

Slumber through bore talk,
Out but not mum.
Slumber through bore talk,
Snore shocks like a bass drum.
Slumber through bore talk,
People give me a shove.
Slumber through bore talk,
That's all they can think of.
Slumber through bore talk,
Bore talk.

From my parted lips, a nappy sound,
Then my cargos swell.
[snore] Now I'm in a space of sawed logs,
And drench I myself.

Oooooooooooooooooh!!
Plumb where there's bore talk. . .spout 10 cc, moan!
Under blanket with my baby in reverie.

Slumber through bore talk,
Out but not mum.
Slumber through bore talk,
Bore talk becomes a hum.
Slumber through bore talk,
We're making buccal love.
Slumber through bore talk,
Joan throats stones, I dream of
Plumbed where there's bore talk,
Bore talk.